thinking of ways of keeping you warm

One of my favorite acts of love is when you lay on me while we're on the couch. In that simplest action, i feel that you love me and wonder if i am misguided in seeing us as drifting. i want to stay like this forever: warm, close, comforting.

Then i remember your late night drunken call to PJ, your not being able to be away with your family for four days without calling a theater friend everyday.

i may overreact, but these are not my fault, as you would have me believe. When you get up to leave, so does the warmth, we drift further apart, and any attempt to seek comfort from you will be turned around so i need to comfort you.